There was a call to the Filipino community in Dubai to wear something yellow today, as a sign of respect and love for the late Cory Aquino. I don’t have any yellow clothes. I don’t wear yellow well, my sister is better suited to yellow so all her dresses when we were kids was in yellow. I chose the blues and greens instead.

I am wearing a little yellow ribbon on my lapel, but my heart is yellow today.

I caught the last half hour of the final mass for Cory this morning before going to work. Zsa Zsa Padilla’s rendition of Hindi Kita Malilimutan seeped right through my heart and soul and as Cory’s family, esp, Kris cried, so did I.
Every word of Kris’s thank-you note tugged at my heartstrings, as I’m sure it did to everyone watching and listening. She and her siblings and the entire Filipino nation lost a mother. Kris asked how do you say goodbye to someone like Cory, and Ninoy?

Perhaps you don’t, Kris. You only say farewell because you will see each other again.

Every day, when you see your own children. When you are with your siblings and you laugh and cry and tell stories of your parents. When you see how every Filipino remembers them and show their respect. When you look at yourself in the mirror and see her in your heart.

In the tumultuous and coloourful history of our nation, no one was ever loved, respected and admired as much as Ninoy and Cory have been. And still are. And will always be. No political figure in the country, past or present can claim pureness of soul and intentions as your parents had. These are sad days, but we should not let grief linger, instead we should do our best to move on and live on.

Farewell, Tita Cory. Rest in eternal peace.

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